And then of course we have our own spellcaster from the Council of Sisters.

LOVERS & FIGHTERS

Who doesn't adore HOT romance where tensions run high?

I am crazy for a lover who is the ultimate fighter. For his beliefs, his woman, his world.

The newest release is HER LYCAN LOVER, Wolf & Witch sub-series.

All you need is one out of control Lycan roaming the Earth in search of his mate. But the fates refuse to be kind in this story. In order to unlock the Lycan's heart, a devious act is required of such magnitude that his savage nature is unleashed in his desire to claim his mate and protect her from danger.

Not just any mate will do either. Only an untouchable. A pure spellcaster is a match for this immortal Lycan.

Quinn Rothschild, IV may I introduce Sherry Delacroix.

Dark Fae are crossing into Earth's realm in search of four spellcasters to permanently destroy the energy shield separating the void. It's up to Sherry to repair the rip with her magical dagger. And it's up to Quinn to keep her safe. But when Sherry's friend is kidnapped, she comes out of hiding to confront the face of evil. Only the one hiding in the shadows, isn't the face of evil she expected.

Forget about keeping her enemy near, when the one Sherry least suspects wants you dead.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Catch Jamie McCartney here and enjoy.

So much to capture your attention.

Socio-political

My work spans a huge range of themes. The undercurrent though in many pieces is socio-political. Whilst at art school in the USA I worked in fundraising for environmental groups. I came to understand the power of grass roots campaigning. Prior to that I'd worked on a peace boat. This fervent socio-political side of me began to come out in my work. I'm adamant that art has the power to effect societal change. It certainly has a role to play to communicating social concepts. It gets under the radar and can get a message across before it turns people off. These works all have a social purpose or highlight social issues that I decided to address through my art.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Female? You've got one. Male and straight, you wished you had one.Either way, a vagina is a great source of inspiration. And confusion. Or Joy.Creativity.Sheathed inside clothing, rarely does one take her own vagina out for a stroll...down to Starbucks or to the grocery or out to a gallery opening. Mmm, wait. Times are changing.

Nine meters long and over 400 participants in the casting.Why? To prompt discussion about a body part that doesn't get much light and is so much apart of who we are in so far as people and individually.

What do we think of ourselves as women (the grouping) or alone. The part of oneself that weaves within the physical and intellectual and spiritual facets. Part of our in sexuality.

With the rise of plastic surgery including having one's nether regions redone, it's interesting considering the open discussion

on sexuality tends to run and hide.A paradox, but not really.

Sex sells. Commercialized S-E-X is not our sexuality.We all know that if you're over the age of venturing to the mall and understanding what's in the windows.

Open a magazine, and there it is.

On TV, in the movies and songs for sure.

Bring out the talk of a vagina and all talk at a dinner table either stops or starts up...rapidly. A far different reaction than say the weather or even politics.

Genitalia isn't a secret, but we act like it is.

The human body has the tendency to be objectified

while sequestering the force behind the reason for the season.

Sex is why we're here.

Pure. Simple.

But beyond procreation, a world exists in the realm of sexual connection. And some women are getting the shaft...figuratively.

The corporeal takes the front seat in society with all eyes on the outer package. The connotation that what lies underneath is of less value. Put it on the shelf and dust it when company comes over.

The idea of sexuality is skated upon.

Women are sexual creatures and sexuality has little to do with my other packaging.

As a writer of erotica or erotic romance,

the vagina isn't cloistered. But what is sought is a tendency to reflect society in what we're told to believe.No denying the Cinderella story is alive and well.Point a finger and you darn well get it, four point back.So, what to take away from opening the discussion on sexuality?It's a conundrum in that in that it is physical, but not.It's the visceral responses whether touched upon *pun intended*alone or with another person. Sexual release is the point where sure bonds between characters fictional or real.Yet for women, we're driven to believe it should.But really?Aren't we free to explore without ties.

For certain, the emotional expressed in the body connects readers to the words on the page.

The ability to connect and the actual connection are housed in the mind, although we deem it the heart.

Sexuality is physical, emotional, and surreal.But it doesn't mean I'm linked with steel fencing to another human. We're doorways for each other and sometimes to each other.

Nothing to be compulsive about nor shamed.

Welcome to the world where more than half of humanity has a vagina.

Female?

Release your psychic wounds.

Explore your sexuality.

Celebrate your femininity.

There's no answer other than to start to ponder where you stand with a vagina?

ARTIST: JAMIE McCARTNEY

Jamie McCartney is an English artist, trained at Hartford Art School, USA, from where he graduated with highest honours in 1991. Jamie is an artist who is hard to define. He admits to having had a largely sculptural oevre but his work crosses many disciplines and he shuns any particular label. “I blame my degree in Experimental Studio Art... I’m still experimenting”.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

In writing
erotic romance and erotica, characters are placed in tenuous situations. Fictional risk
takers who are keen to dive into
the deep end of the carnal pool. Readers must also be aware of the journey when it comes to
these types of stories; first and foremost, or someone isn't going to be happy.
I adore reading romantic scorchers like Beautiful
Bastard and Sylvia Day's Crossfire
series. Step right up and then free fall into hot romance. Breath stealing
antics of these men filled page after page. Boy was that
a slice of heated heaven during the read and even afterwards…the glorious me-more-rays.
Or better deemed, the ultimate sign of well-crafted erotic fiction. Swooning
aftermath. What is hotter than hot in romance?

I think I
found it and am sharing. EDGEPLAY. Heck, even the term sounds provocative.

In Blood Brothers and the
trilogy Playing the Edge (Taken,
Swoon Romance 2014) there was a definite linear drive into pushing limits.
Hard limits of characters. Farther than I'd traveled in prior books and I hope
readers who “come with” are well-informed. Because seriously, that’s what
edgeplay is all about if we aim to stay…protected.

When
erotica glides into the BDSM hot tub, an author must know how far a
character can be pushed in terms of where boundaries exist fictionally and
in reality (i.e. Safe, Sane Consensual) to stop from crossing a demarcated line between kink and abuse.

The duality
of pushing limits is presented in Blood
and Taken. Some
readers may pick up on the pair of doorways offered in these stories. Both
books feature yoga practioners. And both books explore the world of BDSM.
Two realms with limits. Hard and Soft. Risks are taken, but there is a fork in
the proverbial road, in the characters’ worlds and ours.

In
yoga, what I study, explore, and practice is used to inform my writing. A
practioner pushes his or her limits by "playing the edge." In yoga,
this playing your edge means taking your practice to the point where your
experience and ability are being pushed a tad farther to permit
growth. There's a definite feel when you're there. For me, mastering a
handstand, the inverted balance came over time or even now, holding a pose longer, stronger. But one must show up again and
again. And yep, again. In yoga, awareness is so much part of mat play,
and it's a rush to be at one's edge. Adrenaline for sure.

In BDSM,
pushing limits is also a doorway and edgeplay is super serious
business. Hard limits are defined prior to sexual connection. And edgeplay, if it
lacks carefully constructed terms, opens the seekers to risks or
worse, harm. Edgeplay is explored in explicit terms in Blood. So please, this book isn't for
you if you're looking for urban fantasy wolf shifter and/or vampire tales
involving a chase and some mating action.

BloodBrothers explodes within the world where two
lovers are hard core ex-military and pain is what they've known as marines in
active duty. Without the means to express (articulate) their fears, they
search for release in pushing limits in dangerous situations. For Tristen it's in
the realm of work/business, doing what needs to be done without backup. For Fin release is sought in the
bedroom. Fin’s hunger entwines his lover delivering him past the of his
ability to withstand physical pain. Difficult to define because this point is woven with seductive pleasure. Fin
doesn’t want protected edgeplay. He wants it cutting and spontaneous. This type
of by-the-seat-of-your-pants eroticism has already gotten both these lovers in
trouble.

So, we step
back. How to go forward when lovers are stuck, one wanting more emotionally and
the other wanting to break boundaries for the wrong reason? Fin and Tristen simultaneously stand
at a couple of edges.

Within
consensual kink, I had to give the men constructed boundaries where the inherent
risks were addressed. And that isn’t just in fiction. Edgeplay (in serious BDSM
cultures) is discussed and defined. Bondage, discipline, gear used, force
exercised, who plays, how long, when to pull back. Not alluded as we can do in
fiction.

In Blood Brothers, these characters skate the
sexual edge of dominance and submission, and step back. And frustration
sets in for Fin, driving him into action. Fin and Tris arrive at a sexual stalemate.

What's
required is some objectivity in the form of a third person. For more than just aspects of an erotic
ménage encounter (although, there is that sexy factor). Yet in edgeplay, as presented in Blood Brothers, it is Santo who represents what
is found in the some BDSM communities as informed consent. Sounds
bureaucratic. A rule based system can taste, smell, feel like a
bureaucracy and that was an eye-opener for me in how rule-based and structured
BDSM is in so far as some sex clubs and sexual scenarios in private (as deeply explored in Taken). Santo is a type of force and presents an edge for Fin and
Tristen, representing the idea of risk must be tempered and agreed upon.

In BDSM,
the connection is driven and derived by control. And the person in the
submissive position has a majority of the power. The dominant or commanding
partner acts on the desires of the one who lays it all out there. If may not
seem that way on the outside. I found out fast it is where defining the logistics in fictional
bedrooms. The strength of the bottom's wishes became evident on this side of the page. In BDSM
scenarios, hard limits are defined in terms of structure, and the focus is upon
what is desired. Riding the line of edgeplay packs on the tension in a
place to explore sexuality. Fictional and real life.In writing Blood and Taken, the challenge was to
push the characters and yet hold back, That push-n-pull dynamic was played with over and over. Scenes were
written, then rewritten, contemplating where to draw the lines based upon the
psychological needs of the characters present within scene(s). In playing the edge and edgeplay, as a writer I
learned to turn and torque the heat while the characters strove to blast across boundaries. Seem impossible, it's not. In writing romance, the story can become akin to a runaway train. Reining in romance, requires distance. And that’s not always easy when dealing with personalities that seek
adrenaline saturated risks. Same thing in life. To play the edge or edgeplay, there's a point of no return and one must know where it is, to ride a searing point without getting burned.I hope you come too, finding an edge to play. Namaste.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Seductive Studs & Sirens for Oct 5, 2013

It's October and what better way to celebrate seductive tales than some hawt marines. I'm talking able-bodied wolf shifters with a shot of vampire tantalization to swirl into this mix of erotic urban fantasy. These men work hard and play harder as war-torn marines returning from a tour of duty. Their battle scars surface, leaving them without the means to communicate unless it's physically. One-on-one. So far, mind reading absolutely sucks. These two spend the day as enforcers within the realm of Shawn Barclay's Denver business. No problems there. Who needs conversation with a Glock and extra rounds. But at night hard limits are being pushed.

Tristen suffers from anxiety attacks coming on with greater frequency and Fin refuses to deal with his pain except with a need for serious BDSM edgeplay. An innocent hook up with Santo, also ex-military and a vampire, leads to exploration of doorways. Santo uses his unique skill set in a night where all three dive into the depth of their desires.

Book
Title BLOOD BROTHERS (#2)

Paranormal
Romance Series Title Rocky Mountain Shifters

36K
– HEAT LEVEL 5 M/M/M

Werewolves,
Vampire, Ex-military

Caution: This tale will
tantalize, causing flaming fantasies to the point of searing. Be ready to
sweat.

SEXY TEASE

Enjoy the following
excerpt for Blood Brothers

What he wanted was candlelight, hot oil, and
chilled vodka shots while they explored each other’s bodies.

He glanced at
his partner and did a double-take. Tristen casually rubbed his hands down the
front of his body, over his very prominent hard-on, and a growl worked up his
throat as he smiled that mesmerizing smile of his at Santo. Fin didn’t need to
be a mind reader to know Tristen liked what he saw. Goddammit. His lover was
actually excited. Now the condom might very well be on the other dick.

Without
another thought, he stroked downward along Tristen’s crotch and sure enough, he
was ragingly rigid. The man rocked against his fingers, their eyes snapping
together. Fin didn’t know if he should laugh or punch Tristen.

"I
don't write about sex to solely titillate. I write
about being in love and the depth of this consuming
emotion is expressed at multiple levels of
human understanding. The creation of hot romance is varied; whether it is the weaving a primal
instinct into the tension of a paranormal shifter romance
or the layering of emotion where a characterhas learned to trust again.
This
instinct to connect exists and binds us together."

Susan
Arden grew up in Miami, attending bilingual schools which lends itself to her
interest in writing multicultural stories. Previously, a teacher in the field
of special education and biology, Susan pursues her dream of writing fiction
with several releases this year. Crafting sweet and spicy tales, she writes
crazy-hot love stories across romance subgenres including contemporary (erotic),
Western, fantasy/paranormal, and rock star. Find her stories under the name of
Susan D. Taylor when it comes to mermaids and evil twin sisters. Currently, she
lives in TN along with husband, two cattle dogs, two outlandish cats, a gecko
and a corn snake. As of 2011, Susan became an RYT200 Yoga Alliance specializing
in vinyasa flow for those with health concerns. She is a member of the RWA,
CIMRWA, and Paranormal Romance Guild.

Friday, October 4, 2013

EVERY JOURNEY starts when you decide it is time to take a step.

Aside from writing, yoga is a huge part of my life. Breathing. Eating. Yoga.

Back in 2008, I was a middle school teacher,
soccer coach and took on coaching the junior varsity cheerleading squad. Talk
about busy. A mother of three girls, and my husband’s environmental business
was flourishing. Then, I began suffering from pain that sure I’d experienced, but had
under control. A degenerative nerve condition where the sheath (myelin) of the main facial nerve is worn away. Trigeminal neuralgia, or as it is also called the “suicide
disease” isn't easy to escape. The pain comes in electrical bursts that feel as though shards of glass were
being ripped through my face. There’s no pain meds to take, only seizure meds can be taken
to disrupt the neural pain impulses.

Eventually the meds stop working. And they
did for me. I ended up facing neuro surgery. There’s a reason why we don’t go
jumping into the brain or skull, let me tell you. Out of surgery, half my face
was numb. The type of feeling like you experience at the dentist for a
tooth, but this encompasses the entire right side of my face and down my
throat. Pin head city. Not fun. Blah-blah-blah… fast forward through Mayo clinic visits, Buddhism, dark side of the moon, and
I ended up in yoga.

And I fell in hope. A state of seeing a future. Coming out
of a very dark time when I no longer had an identity I’d easily shrouded myself
in for-oh-ever required I stand totally vulnerable. Without the hats of mother,
teacher, wife…I had to discover who I was deep down. After poking around, meh...I
wasn’t pleased with the bottom of the barrel. I needed healing and I needed it
fast at that point. Something. Anything. And I’m so pleased I came to the mat.

What happens here, doesn’t stay here. Hey, this ain’t Vegas
and that’s makes a world of difference. In yoga you’ll find the ability to just
be. Present with the breath because that is where yoga starts, derives it’s
source of power, serenity, and focus.

Or you can do much, much more. Yoga is
also about balance. Learning to find one’s footing. Literally, how to stand
like a rock, or became centered enough to fly in poses that seem nearly
impossible. Levels…there are many and forms of practice varied. That’s what makes
yoga so divine. From static poses to free flowing sun salutations, the world of
yoga has a place for you. I choose vinyasa flow, where the movements do just
that flow or move one into another for most of the practice. Music is played. I
attend classes and practice alone. And you can too. Yoga classes are found all
over now. Or as close as your computer. YouTube has so many devoted teachers
who post classes.

Preferred style: vinyasa flow followed by Iyengar for steady balance. Poses are held and instruction is spot on. Find a certified instructor and that cert is not easy to obtain. *cough* 12South Aretha !! A must for Nashville folks.

Practice time: early in the am or late evening

Teacher most admired: Shiva Rea – I attended a master class when
she came to Nashville. She’s a-a-a-mazing! Sounds like hero worship. It is.

Best prop: cork blocks – 7 inches and blanket (required for
many poses)

Best YouTube demonstrations: Sadie Nardini (OMG when I
needed to break down a difficult pose like doing a hand stand, she is totally
the online guru to help. Check her out!)

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

HER LYCAN LOVER An ancient law permits a Midnight Lycan to bond only during a time of imminent danger and with a spellcaster requiring his unwavering protection.

Sherry and Quinn were fated as mates in a mystical union. To unleash the power of this liaison requires a precarious event unlocking their instinct to bond.

A tear in the energy line within Denver have Dark Fae crossing realms, seeking to harness enough power to bring down the entire shield worldwide. It's up to Sherry to repair the break before the Fae find her. And it's up to Quinn, her Lycan lover, to keep her safe. When Sherry's friend is kidnapped, she comes out of hiding to face the enemy, only the person lurking in the shadows isn't who she expected as the face of evil.

Never mind
about keeping enemies near,

when the person she least suspected wants her
dead. RELEASING THIS MONTH. CAN'T WAIT!

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